Song | I Need a Drink |
Artist | Tech N9ne |
Album | Welcome to Strangeland (Deluxe Edition) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
In heaven but the hell still with me | |
Cops pull us over yo my name Bill Bixby | |
That meaning a blink, I’ma do the opposite of shrink | |
And bink ya but I do not want to clink, | |
I need a drink vodka, cognac, rum, whiskey beer and tequila | |
I don’t wanna think, I need a drink | |
Whether wine, or moonshine, whatever | |
I’m just trying to ease my mind | |
I need a | |
Big fucking cup, shit’s fucking up, this fucking sucks | |
Everybody broke cause they no job | |
Cris stuff and puff, lit up and huff | |
Pissed cuss and fuss | |
Everybody told one and go rob | |
Mama need John Knox village | |
And that’s a lot of cheese from my skillet | |
But that don’t matter though cause for mamas health you know money gotta go | |
Radical, stab ya, no but me and the gat is compatible | |
I don’t know why these employers ain’t calling me | |
Constantly, stalling me, fuck this economy preacher be telling me read Deuteronomy, | |
But in all honesty, it fucking astonish me | |
When we broke nigga, looked at as a joke nigga | |
But I’m a go getter, hop up like a fourwheeler | |
The jacker dope dealer, run up in your hood | |
Chopping all stood with the 'k till it was all good | |
In heaven but the hell still with me | |
Cops pull us over yo my name Bill Bixby | |
That meaning a blink, I’ma do the opposite of shrink | |
An bink ya but I do not want to clink, | |
I need a drink vodka, cognac, rum, whisk beer and tequila | |
I don’t wanna think, I need a drink | |
Whether wine, or moonshine, whatever | |
I’m just trying to ease my mind | |
I need a | |
Club so I can just geek, just get to it | |
Now I’m ducking every pig cause my nig blew it | |
And how we sangin' on a nigga ain’t a funny sight | |
I still gotta get my motherfucking money right | |
Hella strong I put the I in might | |
Take a chunk out off a stunner with the lion’s bite | |
Fuck signal with nothing I ain’t about to cry and gripe | |
Just gonna live my every day like the Mayans right | |
I ain’t bullshitting, I’m a lost soul | |
My kids growing and they need shits that cost dough | |
My homie got shot right outside of… | |
I need a cross yo, | |
I need a drink vodka, cognac, rum, whiskey, beer tequila | |
I don’t wanna think, I need a drink | |
Whether wine, a moonshine, whatever | |
I’m just trying to ease my mind | |
I need a. |
In heaven but the hell still with me | |
Cops pull us over yo my name Bill Bixby | |
That meaning a blink, I' ma do the opposite of shrink | |
And bink ya but I do not want to clink, | |
I need a drink vodka, cognac, rum, whiskey beer and tequila | |
I don' t wanna think, I need a drink | |
Whether wine, or moonshine, whatever | |
I' m just trying to ease my mind | |
I need a | |
Big fucking cup, shit' s fucking up, this fucking sucks | |
Everybody broke cause they no job | |
Cris stuff and puff, lit up and huff | |
Pissed cuss and fuss | |
Everybody told one and go rob | |
Mama need John Knox village | |
And that' s a lot of cheese from my skillet | |
But that don' t matter though cause for mamas health you know money gotta go | |
Radical, stab ya, no but me and the gat is compatible | |
I don' t know why these employers ain' t calling me | |
Constantly, stalling me, fuck this economy preacher be telling me read Deuteronomy, | |
But in all honesty, it fucking astonish me | |
When we broke nigga, looked at as a joke nigga | |
But I' m a go getter, hop up like a fourwheeler | |
The jacker dope dealer, run up in your hood | |
Chopping all stood with the ' k till it was all good | |
In heaven but the hell still with me | |
Cops pull us over yo my name Bill Bixby | |
That meaning a blink, I' ma do the opposite of shrink | |
An bink ya but I do not want to clink, | |
I need a drink vodka, cognac, rum, whisk beer and tequila | |
I don' t wanna think, I need a drink | |
Whether wine, or moonshine, whatever | |
I' m just trying to ease my mind | |
I need a | |
Club so I can just geek, just get to it | |
Now I' m ducking every pig cause my nig blew it | |
And how we sangin' on a nigga ain' t a funny sight | |
I still gotta get my motherfucking money right | |
Hella strong I put the I in might | |
Take a chunk out off a stunner with the lion' s bite | |
Fuck signal with nothing I ain' t about to cry and gripe | |
Just gonna live my every day like the Mayans right | |
I ain' t bullshitting, I' m a lost soul | |
My kids growing and they need shits that cost dough | |
My homie got shot right outside of | |
I need a cross yo, | |
I need a drink vodka, cognac, rum, whiskey, beer tequila | |
I don' t wanna think, I need a drink | |
Whether wine, a moonshine, whatever | |
I' m just trying to ease my mind | |
I need a. |
In heaven but the hell still with me | |
Cops pull us over yo my name Bill Bixby | |
That meaning a blink, I' ma do the opposite of shrink | |
And bink ya but I do not want to clink, | |
I need a drink vodka, cognac, rum, whiskey beer and tequila | |
I don' t wanna think, I need a drink | |
Whether wine, or moonshine, whatever | |
I' m just trying to ease my mind | |
I need a | |
Big fucking cup, shit' s fucking up, this fucking sucks | |
Everybody broke cause they no job | |
Cris stuff and puff, lit up and huff | |
Pissed cuss and fuss | |
Everybody told one and go rob | |
Mama need John Knox village | |
And that' s a lot of cheese from my skillet | |
But that don' t matter though cause for mamas health you know money gotta go | |
Radical, stab ya, no but me and the gat is compatible | |
I don' t know why these employers ain' t calling me | |
Constantly, stalling me, fuck this economy preacher be telling me read Deuteronomy, | |
But in all honesty, it fucking astonish me | |
When we broke nigga, looked at as a joke nigga | |
But I' m a go getter, hop up like a fourwheeler | |
The jacker dope dealer, run up in your hood | |
Chopping all stood with the ' k till it was all good | |
In heaven but the hell still with me | |
Cops pull us over yo my name Bill Bixby | |
That meaning a blink, I' ma do the opposite of shrink | |
An bink ya but I do not want to clink, | |
I need a drink vodka, cognac, rum, whisk beer and tequila | |
I don' t wanna think, I need a drink | |
Whether wine, or moonshine, whatever | |
I' m just trying to ease my mind | |
I need a | |
Club so I can just geek, just get to it | |
Now I' m ducking every pig cause my nig blew it | |
And how we sangin' on a nigga ain' t a funny sight | |
I still gotta get my motherfucking money right | |
Hella strong I put the I in might | |
Take a chunk out off a stunner with the lion' s bite | |
Fuck signal with nothing I ain' t about to cry and gripe | |
Just gonna live my every day like the Mayans right | |
I ain' t bullshitting, I' m a lost soul | |
My kids growing and they need shits that cost dough | |
My homie got shot right outside of | |
I need a cross yo, | |
I need a drink vodka, cognac, rum, whiskey, beer tequila | |
I don' t wanna think, I need a drink | |
Whether wine, a moonshine, whatever | |
I' m just trying to ease my mind | |
I need a. |